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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keyman
Keyman
Producer
James Maddocks
James Maddocks
Producer
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm from the trenches, we see twelve, we hit a route like Chase
Or CeeDee Lamb, they got the trap house wide open
Opps in the club tryna have a starin' match with a ****
Can't wait to catch him, leave him dead, with his eyes open
And then when you make it, your problems don't just go away or something
I know that sound a little bit crazy, but that's the real
Picked up a switch, left his equipment, he in the field
Money coming in, I still ain't signed a major deal
Lil' bruh died off a pill, them **** ain't never pop more seals
And me, I sip more lean than C, left the game, I sign my cleats
She calling my phone, I'm in the city, girl, like I signed to P
Yeah, killed the ****, he did it on camera, he ain't take a plea
I pray he beat it too
I answer when you call, but you ain't pick up when I needed you
In Houston, James Harden's house, we ain't playing hoops
Just got a message from an area code, it was 832
Wonder why I only get your texts when I'm in Texas
[Chorus]
How bad you want?
How bad you want?
How bad you want?
If loving you is wrong then I don't wanna be right
What you got?
I got ****, who I love that died and I still haven't cried
Still ain't shed a tear
[Verse 2]
I'm so used to death, can't even shed no more tears
I'm so used to you depending on me for real
I got family I ain't seen in years, cool, but still'll get ya bail
Not that we ain't playing Madden, just make sure you get the bill
I had a dub, he reading books, hoping he get pardon
She text me, "Oh," I text her block like she from Parkway Garden
These Roxies strong, I don't feel the Act'
And he got bodies, but he told, that boy a killer rat
Just like my spine, miss my lil' bro, wish I could get him back
I got all my jewelry on, posted in the trenches
Hitting potholes, spilling codeine in the Bentley
[Chorus]
How bad you want?
How bad you want?
How bad you want?
If loving you is wrong then I don't wanna be right
I got **** who I love that died and I still haven't cried
Written by: Rylo Rodriguez
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